Poem By Olughu David

I, hers am.
Her cheek lay bare on my desolate palm.
My thatch heart,
her home.
"I love you",
my only gnome.

Eye as arm.
Visually touching beauty; a healing balm.
yet never alone.
My Eve,
the bone of my bone.


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